Dean returned to his room. There was nobody in sight, but even if there was somebody in there, he didn't care. He let his body fall freely on the undone bed behind him. It wasn't his bed, but that was of no importance to him.

„Fuck!" he exclaimed.

He stared at the ceiling. There was nothing interesting on it, but it gave him an opportunity not to get distracted from his thoughts. In order to try and find the part where it went wrong, he replayed the scene he witnessed and was a main actor in just a couple of minutes ago. He analyzed it to find a person to blame. Was it him again? Or was it Renee's fault this time? Could it be avoided or was it necessary to turn such a nice moment into a conflict? When he thought about it, he realized that there wasn't really a breaking point. There wasn't a real argument either. It seemed to him that Renee simply stopped enjoying his presence. That was something sudden. She failed to explain to him why there was a change in her behavior. But, without a doubt, she expected him to make it clear what his intentions were as well.

He didn't know. Maybe his behavior was unusual, and maybe his actions were not typical of him, but they expressed his desires at the moment. He acted purely instinctively. This time only, there was no thinking, impulses got the better of him. Was that the problem? Was he supposed to think twice and consider wisely if he should do what he wished to?

„You're lying on my bed!" Roman welcomed him back.

Dean didn't notice Roman coming out of the bathroom. Either Roman was quiet in his walking and wiping his long hair, or, in a much more plausible way, Dean simply got too focused on his mind. It was quite unusual of Dean to get lost in his thoughts, but this certainly was one of those rare moments.

„Sorry," Dean apologized, but didn't care enough to flee his mate's bed.

Roman could start to argue with him or use raw force, his powerhouse element, to make him leave, but instead he realized that something was bothering his colleague and this was the right time for him to be a friend and try to help him out.

"What's the matter?" Roman asked as he joined Dean on the bed.

It seemed as if Dean went back to not talking, but he just didn't have an answer to Roman's question.

"You went over to Renee's, didn't you?" Roman remembered Dean's plans and started to suspect that something happened between them, and probably not in a good way.

"Yeah," he replied casually.

"Did your whole I'm-not-going-to-speak thing fell apart?" Roman couldn't fight the urge of making an innocent joke. "Sorry," he apologized immediately after seeing Dean was in no mood for joking. He wanted to ask him if he did something wrong, if he screwed up again, but that wouldn't make things better. After that, there would be a big chance that Dean wouldn't want to talk to Roman at all. He would probably simply walk away. "What happened?" he finally constructed an adequate question.

Dean put both his hands over his face and stretched his skin. He closed his eyes and pressed on his eyelids, and then he sighed heavily. "I don't know," he replied, and desperately looked at Roman who was sitting next to him.

"I thought you had it all thought out," Roman uttered quietly.

"Me too. I mean, I had."

"So?" the Samoan hoped to get more information.

"I've no idea what went wrong. But I'm pretty sure I did everything right," he admitted.

"Why don't you tell me what happened there? Maybe then I can help you find out why you're desperately staring at the ceiling right now."

"Alright," Dean accepted his offer and sat up to stop looking weak and inferior to Roman. "I went there. I got inside without her noticing, and brought her some breakfast."

"That sounds good," Roman applauded Dean's idea of how to make a woman forgive you.

A smile emerged on Dean's face as a result of reflecting the recent events, especially the nicer parts. "I guess the smell of coffee woke her up, but although it surprised her to see me in there, she didn't seem mad. Then I started feeding her."

"You what?" Roman couldn't believe his ears.

"It wasn't as bad as it sounds," Dean informed him. "It was actually pretty sweet and I'm sure she liked it. She fed me as well," Dean continued but that only added to confusion on Roman's face. He started to suspect the source of the problem, although at that point neither Dean nor Renee found it wrong.

"Go on," he supported him in continuing. He was eager to hear more.

"I acted gently toward her. I kept doing all those small gestures, like looking her in the eyes, playing with her hair, touching her exposed skin . . ."

At that moment, Roman felt like face-palming himself and wondered whether Dean was kidding or blind.

"Why?" Roman asked.

"Well, to be nice. To show her I am her friend."

"Yeah, because that's what friends do," he sarcastically commented. He kept looking at Dean in disbelief. "You have a girlfriend," he reminded him.

"I know," Dean replied as though it was no big deal. "Nothing happened between me and Renee. Moreover, she's in love Seth."

Roman sighed and put his head in his hands. He wished there were no more lies and secrets. He knew they wouldn't be facing all those problems if Renee told Dean that he was the one she loved in the first place. And after hearing what Dean was doing when he was with Renee, it was sort of clear that Dean had to feel something toward Renee too. No sane man would act that way if he wasn't just joking.

"Sure she does," Roman agreed, against his will. He had to play along; the decision wasn't his to make. "But despite that, I believe that she might have considered your actions inappropriate," Roman said in most clear way possible without sounding judgmental.

"So it was my fault?" Dean guessed, but before Roman could answer him, there was a knock on the door.

Roman got up, welcoming the disruption and a chance to avoid having to give Dean a straightforward explanation as to why what he did was not correct.

"Hey, Renee." He was glad it was her. Now she could talk to Dean instead of him. Roman took advantage of the situation and quickly disappeared, leaving the two of them alone.

Renee watched Roman leave and then moved toward Dean. She sat down on the bed beside him and before he could say anything, she whispered, "I am sorry."

It surprised Dean to hear her say those words. "I thought I was the one who screwed up," he admitted.

"No. Not this time. You did everything right. Kind of," she added, but with a smile on her face. "Maybe you took it a little too far," she admitted, "but you were doing it for noble reasons. That counts." He smiled at her to encourage her to continue. He even took her hand into his. "I freaked out," she said. "And I'm sorry I made you think I don't care about you. The truth is, I really do. I appreciate what you're doing for me. And sure, there are things you can't understand, but that doesn't give me the right to push you away."

"If something troubles you, I wanna help you. You can count on me," he reminded her.

"Thank you," she told him. Then she took out the tickets he gave her earlier and pointed at them. "So are you coming with me?" she asked and hoped he would say yes.

He nodded and was glad that she allowed him to be there for her. In a thankful gesture, he pressed her hand and let her know, "I'll help you get over Seth."

Renee started smiling and chuckled for reasons he could not understand. "Yeah, you are certainly the one to do that," she uttered, but welcomed his offer.